"How splendidly developed he is; phew, what a magnificent figure!" he said, stopping his horse.

It was, in fact, a striking picture.

This Zaporozhetz had stretched himself out in the road like a lion; his scalp-lock, thrown proudly behind him, extended over upwards of a foot of ground; his trousers of rich red cloth were spotted with tar, to show his utter disdain for them.

Having admired to his heart's content, Bulba passed on through the narrow street, crowded with mechanics exercising their trades, and with people of all nationalities who thronged this suburb of the Setch, resembling a fair, and fed and clothed the Setch itself, which knew only how to revel and burn powder.
(1) Sometimes written Zaporovian.
At length they left the suburb behind them, and perceived some scattered kurens (2), covered with turf, or in Tatar fashion with felt.

Some were furnished with cannon.